Tham Mirdain

Like her forefathers: The workshop in the grove

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Narturme, quelled but not quenched, there is ever fire waiting to be ignited in the hearts of the Exiled, like the heath of a forge, the brightness of flames, a reflection of light. Did you inherit such spark, young Eärcalië?

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